Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. Iul.
Iul. Alas.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Why do'st thou cry alas?
Iul. I cannot choose but pitty her.
Pro. Wherefore should'st thou pitty her?
Iul. Because, me thinkes that she lou'd you as well
Iul. As you doe loue your Lady Siluia:
Iul. She dreames on him, that has forgot her loue,
Iul. You doate on her, that cares not for your loue.
Iul. 'Tis pitty Loue, should be so contrary;
Iul. And thinking on it makes me cry alas.
Pro. Well: giue her that Ring, and therewithall
Pro. This Letter: that's her chamber: Tell my Lady
Pro. I claime the promise for her heauenly Picture:
Pro. Your message done, hye home vnto my chamber,